The man's voice was filled with endless desolation and death. "Master Mingda said that in my next life, I will be a good father, haha..."
"Bai Lin, can you call me father again?"
In the picture, the young man shed tears as he watched the man leave sadly.
Behind the bed curtains, Shangguan Bailin pursed his lips and also shed tears.
The two memories intertwined in his mind and eventually merged together.
Daddy...
He opened his mouth along with the young man in the picture.
He couldn't sleep any longer, so he simply got up, lit the lamp, and went to write on the desk. Suddenly, someone called him from outside, "Second Young Master, I'm here on the orders of the Duke to take you and the young ladies to the Duke's Mansion."
Shangguan Bailin's heart skipped a beat. It was so late, why was his grandfather taking them to the Duke's Mansion?
Soon, they found out.
When Zhao Ying arrived at the Duke of Zhenguo's Mansion, the memorial hall had not yet been set up and the mansion was brightly lit, as if nothing had happened.
However, the closer you get, the more you can hear the heavy and suppressed crying inside.
She suddenly didn't dare to go in.
She wanted to see him, but she didn't want to. It seemed that if she didn't look, he would be fine in the Duke's Mansion, maybe reading memorials, writing poems, painting, practicing calligraphy, drinking tea, or maybe he had already fallen asleep. With so many possibilities, why was it that she could not bear this one the most?
He died, he actually died...
How could he die?
Zhao Ying looked at the huge Duke's Mansion in front of her. The door looked like a huge mouth that wanted to swallow her in.
She was so scared and in so much pain.
She held her head and cried hoarsely.
She couldn't go in. Once she went in, it would confirm this fact. No, no...
Shangguan Shu, I hate you...
She was crying, and there was another person beside her.
Shangguan Zhu came over at some point. He stared at the gate of the Duke's Mansion lifelessly. After a moment, he whispered, "Princess."
Zhao Ying looked over and said coldly, "Shangguan Zhu."
Shangguan Zhu looked at Zhao Ying's miserable and painful appearance, his expression becoming increasingly gloomy. He turned his head away and said with a weak breath, "Princess, if you don't dare to go in, why not go to the death row and see Zhao Yao first? Maybe she will tell you something."
Zhao Ying was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Shangguan Zhu's voice was choked with sobs, "Sister-in-law, go to the death row and listen, listen to how much my elder brother loves you..."
He walked dejectedly towards the Duke's Mansion, step by step. Seeing this, Zhao Ying said sternly, "You killed him with your own hands, how dare you go in to see him!"
Shangguan Zhu seemed completely unaware and continued walking. "Yes, I killed my eldest brother with my own hands. I killed him..."
Zhao Ying was struck by lightning and suddenly realized something.
Tears as big as beans slid down her cheeks uncontrollably. She opened her mouth slightly, as if she couldn't believe it and couldn't bear the fact.
After a while, she wiped away her tears and got on the carriage, "To the death row."
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